Chapter 175: Chapter 175: Don’t Examine Through Clothes
She felt her body was no longer in pain from the massage, yet a hard-to-describe sense of excitement surged in her heart.
Her thoughts began to drift under the guidance of desire, and this notion made her feel somewhat conflicted.
Yang Jing knew that Liu Zheng’s affair with Zhang Cuihua was no longer a secret.
During the day, when Auntie Li mentioned it, she was still thinking about how to help Liu Zheng cover up this inappropriate relationship.
But now, for some reason, she was extraordinarily interested in the affair between Zhang Cuihua and him.
"Liu Zheng, I want to ask you something, is it true with Zhang Cuihua?"
"Here we go again? I told you it’s nothing."
But now he was sweating profusely, and she didn’t know why Yang Jing was so interested in this matter.
Yet he could feel that Yang Jing was eager to know the answer.
Liu Zheng’s heart felt nervously unsettled as if a butterfly was fluttering in his stomach.
His face was pale, his forehead dotted with fine beads of sweat. His heartbeat quickened, his throat parched, as if countless questions echoed in his mind.
This sudden turn of events left Liu Zheng shocked and unable to accept it.
Although he had known Zhang Cuihua as close friends for many years and had a deep emotional foundation both in work and in private life,
the current truth lay before him, undeniable.
Suddenly, he thought of Yang Jing, who also wasn’t a local. Deciding to die than live half a life, he said, "That’s right, everything you discussed outside today—I heard it all, it’s true. Zhang Cuihua and I indeed have an unspeakable relationship."
But Yang Jing asked in confusion, "Liu Zheng, are you serious? You actually admit to having an affair with Zhang Cuihua?"
Yang Jing’s voice trembled slightly, as she tried hard to conceal her inner excitement and unease.
Liu Zheng was silent for a moment, then took a deep breath, looking steadfastly at Yang Jing.
"Yes, Yang Jing, I admit it. The relationship between Zhang Cuihua and me was not a momentary mistake, but a long-standing emotional entanglement. I thought she was very pitiful at the time, so something natural happened."
Yang Jing was also surprised; she had hoped to hear Liu Zheng explain it away or deny it.
Yang Jing felt it was about time to leave, but she suddenly realized she didn’t bring any money and awkwardly touched her pockets. She checked her phone and saw that her mobile payment balance was completely empty, panic filled her heart, and she started thinking about how to resolve this current predicament.
That’s when she noticed Liu Zheng’s face gradually flushing, and the Golden Cudgel tenting his trousers with a bulge.
Liu Zheng’s gaze began to shift uncertainly, as if he was maintaining a distance from Yang Jing.
This sudden change astonished Yang Jing, but she quickly came to a realization.
"Hehe, Liu Zheng, what’s wrong with you?" Yang Jing teased deliberately.
Liu Zheng’s face turned red, and he scratched his head awkwardly, trying to explain: "It’s nothing, maybe it’s just too hot, and I’m feeling a bit uncomfortable."
Yang Jing blinked, pretending to be shocked, and said, "Oh, did my words just now make you uncomfortable? I didn’t expect you to be so easily embarrassed!"
Liu Zheng’s face grew even redder, and he stuttered in response: "No, it’s not like that, I just feel a little uncomfortable, stop talking nonsense."
Yang Jing exaggeratedly shook her head, with an innocent look, and said: "How could I talk nonsense, Liu Zheng, your reaction is too obvious. It’s really interesting!"
Liu Zheng muttered somewhat dejectedly: "Stop making fun of me, I really do just feel a bit uncomfortable."
Seeing this, Yang Jing couldn’t help but laugh out loud. She gently patted Liu Zheng’s shoulder, comforting him: "Alright, alright, I’ll stop teasing you. See, you’re feeling much better now, aren’t you?"
Liu Zheng relaxed a bit, nodded, and the blush on his face slowly faded. He looked at Yang Jing gratefully and said: "Thank you for understanding. It’s nothing serious, just a bit of discomfort."
Yang Jing shook her head with a smile and said: "It’s okay, Liu Zheng, we’re all adults, and I can understand such a state, right?"
"What can you understand?"
The previously relaxed Liu Zheng suddenly became tense again.
And Yang Jing hadn’t slept with a man for many years, plus Liu Zheng’s massage really made her feel comfortable, she actually wanted to sleep with a man, so she then claimed she had a chest pain, asking Liu Zheng to use Chinese medicine techniques to check if there was a problem.
Since her husband died, Yang Jing had been a widow for many years. Her longing for men had been building up deep inside her for a long time.
Although she sometimes told herself to keep going, on this lonely night, she felt she could no longer endure the taste of solitude. Although Liu Zheng didn’t look much like a doctor on the outside, his technique was exceptional.
The massage earlier made her feel an unprecedented level of comfort and relaxation, which gradually elicited in her a yearning. She felt her heartbeat quicken and her breathing become rapid.
When she used the excuse of chest pain, she was hoping Liu Zheng would use his Chinese medicine techniques to examine her.
It wasn’t that she really had a problem; rather, she hoped to use this as an opportunity to get closer to Liu Zheng. She wanted to feel the warmth of a man and re-experience the sensation of being loved.
Yang Jing closed her eyes tightly, pretending to be in extreme pain. Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and the wrinkles between her brows deepened. Liu Zheng looked at her with a pang of heartache. Why did this woman always make him feel so pained?
Yang Jing shivered slightly, her voice quivering as she spoke: "Liu Zheng, it really hurts, please unbutton my nightgown and check."
Her voice carried a soft plea of vulnerability, as if waiting for Liu Zheng’s comfort and rescue.
Liu Zheng was conflicted, the Yang Jing in front of him was too similar to the ’white moonlight’ in his heart, making him hesitant to touch her. His fingers gently caressed his chin, pondering how to deal with this sudden situation. But seeing Yang Jing in pain, he knew he could not refuse any longer.
"Alright, I’ll unbutton it," Liu Zheng said softly, his voice tinged with hesitation. Carefully, he began to unfasten the buttons of Yang Jing’s nightgown, inching closer to her skin. His fingers trembled as they lightly touched her skin, as if they were shocked by electricity.
Yang Jing felt Liu Zheng’s touch, and a numbing sensation spread from her skin, making her frown slightly. Her eyes squinted as if she was enjoying being the focus of attention. She exhaled softly, her voice deep and with a slight tremor: "Liu Zheng, you’re so gentle."
